Jack The Ripper

• James Hart, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2013

She came before my eyes,
And desire set its cage,
Then suddenly forced upon her,
My long and lingering gaze,

She fell from on high,
Then grounded did she fly,
The vacant sky of love,

Into her very soul I swam,
The very breadth of time,
To break her every rhythm,
But the heart - its beat - I climbed,
To stand readily at its peak,
In sweet and carnal lust,

Here I threw away my dreams,
And Bathed in crimson blood,
To scream at the breaking day.